#Look at our sweet little arson go!

[notstarringdanielbruhl]

Film: 2 Days in Paris (2007)

I was looking through some of the new movie files I got to check for quality and I was surprised that Daniel was only in this film for like 4 minutes. Why he's third in the cast list is beyond me. So if you don't feel like watching the whole movie like I didn't, here's just the scene with Daniel in it because it was kinda funny!

EDIT: As a person with auditory processing issues myself, I felt the need to go back and add CC to this scene. I'll try to do so with future posts as well.

#daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #Lukas #2 days in paris #two days in paris #edited scene #Look at our sweet little arson go!

[ghostselkie]

So, angsty nevermore wish fulfillment concept

What if Nevermore had upper classmen? Like students that are at least a semester ahead of the others, and that when the main cast finishes their first semester, they are free to mingle with the upper classmen.

What if one of these upper classmen was Theo?

We know he went to Nevermore. And if they get to mingle, Theo would likely get to reunite with Lenore.

Like they would be happy to see each other, but it would be very tearful and bitter sweet. Like Theo would find out that Lenore died young like he did and be very sad about it. Lenore would be apologizing profusely cause she felt responsible for his death. Theo would have to reassure her that it wasn't her fault. It takes a long time for her to accept that.

Once the shock wore off, Theo would have a lot of questions. He's quickly be able to figure out that it wasn't the tree that killed her, given Lenore's short hair, but he likely wouldn't immediately aske her how she died.

Theo: Lenore, what have you done to your hair?

Lenore: I cut it, obviously.

Theo: I know but why? You know mother and father would have never approved.

Lenore: Long story. One I'd rather not share so publicly.

Obviously, Lenore would take Theo to meet her friends. The misfits would wonder how he is even related to Lenore. Like Theo is extremely polite and a gentleman, and Lenore is, well Lenore. But after talking to him for a while, seeing how he and Lenore interact, and well the resemblance, they would go oh yeah these two are defiantly related.

After a while, I think Lenore would actually tell Theo what happened after he died. They are siblings, they tell each other everything.

Theo: You burned down our cottage at the Finger Lakes?!

Lenore: For my plan to work mother and father would have to think me dead. Besides, it's not like we're short on houses.

Theo: You committed arson, and fraud!

Theo would defiantly be annoyed, but also very impressed with all the shit Lenore ended up pulling.

In my little wish fulfillment world Annabel And Lenore have made up by the time they see Theo. So Lenore would definitely introduce Theo to Annabel. Theo would defiantly give Annabel the shovel talk.

Theo: Look, I know this is a death game, but if you do any thing to hurt my sister, you will have hell to pay. Annabel: I would expect nothing less.

Theo: ???

The funniest interaction would defiantly have to be with Ada. Why? Well nearly everyone in the fandom agrees that Ada is a disaster bisexual with critically high levels of comphet. So this polite, high society person who looks a lot like Lenore (some one who is already very attractive) and they are a man, and therefore a safe person to have a crush on.

What makes this funnier is that I hc Theo as gay. The shenanigans that ensue would be impeccable

Ada: If I had a nickel for every time I had a crush on some one who wasn't in to women I'd have two nickels. Witch isn't a lot but it's weird that it weird that it happened twice, right?

These have just been my silly little thoughts. I don't actually think any of this will happen. It's just fun to think about

#nevermore webtoon #lenore nevermore #annabel lee nevermore #theo nevermore #white raven #annabel lee x lenore #lennabel

[gaybitchfx]

-🍓 Character(s): Albedo

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW

-🍓 Warning(s): None

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“Albedo albedo! Guess what!” Klee exclaimed as she ran up to the man who looked at her with a soft smile. “What’s up?” Albedo hummed as he crouched to her height level. “My big brother is coming to visit! I haven’t seen I’m in ages since he travels with our mom!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air with a smile.

“Oh? You’ve never told me about your big brother.” Albedo raised his brows, surprised. “That’s cause he doesn’t like being talked about, duhhh.” Klee giggled as she took Albedo’s hand in hers.

“C’mon! I know where he is since Amber told me someone was looking for me!” And so the two went all the way to Mondstadt to see if you were there or not. “Just know he’s a bit of a shy guy,” Klee added as she looked around before seeing you staring at the statue of Barbatos.

“Y/nnn!” Klee shouted as she ran towards you making you turn around and look at him with a smile, crouching down beforehand as she jumped into your arms peppering your face with kisses and giving you the biggest hug. “I haven’t seen you in forever! How’s mom?” Klee exclaimed as you stood up, holding her like she was a baby, which she still was to you besides being seven years old.

“I saw you only three years ago Klee, and mama is doing just fine.” You said and held your little sister close. “I have SO much to tell you about! Oh oh! This is Albedo, Albedo this is Y/n, my big brother.” Klee introduced you two, and you visibly became introverted. “Hi.” You mumbled as Albedo walked up to the two of you.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Albedo held his hand out for you to shake which you did. Now seeing you up close you were quite the looker. Having the same eyes and nearly the same facial features as Klee allowed him to know you both were related. “Um, could you let go of my hand..please?” You cleared your throat. Albedo hadn’t realized he’s been holding your hand the whole time making him quickly let go and apologize.

Klee looked at both of you with a grin. “Klee, why are you looking at me like that?” You mumbled as you raised a brow. “Oh, nothing, nothing at all!” She giggled as you put her down. “Albedo come with me for a second! Y/n you stay right there!” Klee grabbed Albedo’s hand and quickly brought him somewhere that wasn’t near you.

“Ok.” You hummed, tilting your head to the side a little. “Do you like my brother?” Klee asked as she kicked her foot back and forth and grin on her lips catching Albedo off guard as his cheeks were dusted with light pink. “Of course not, I just met him.” Albedo sighed making Klee squint her eyes.

“Just because I’m seven doesn’t mean I’m stupid Albedo! I saw the way your eyes softened looking at him!” Klee huffed as she folded her arms, offended. “I- I know Klee, I’m sorry.” Albedo sighed.

“Apology accepted. And there’s this thing called love at first sight and I think that’s what you have with my brother! If the two of you do start being together I won’t mind, my brother is always lonely and is such a sweet guy! Besides when he’s really really REALLY upset!” She emphasized the really as she extended her arms. “What happens when he’s really really REALLY upset?” Albedo asked, genuinely curious. “Mass arson.” She answered calmly making Albedo’s mouth slack open slightly.

He couldn’t see such a pretty face twisted with anger, but it was possible. “I’ll go ask Y/n if he wants to go on a date with you!” Klee quickly ran off before Albedo could even get a word out. “Klee! Wait for a second!” Albedo exclaimed as he chased after the small girl, but it was too late she was already near you.

“…date with Albedo?” Albedo heard making his face explode with an embarrassed blush. Your brows raised quickly hearing this before your cheeks began tinting with a very light shade of red. “Sure..” You mumbled, tucking your face into the scarf you wore a little.

“Great! Klee and my friends will help with my big brother's date!” She said and ran off to tell QiQi, Diona, and many others leaving the two of you here.

-🍓tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @lostsomewhereinthegarden

#albedo genshin impact #albedo x male reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #albedo x reader #fiction #anime #fluff #male reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x male reader

[skzoologist]

My mooties

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⤐ @dmnksrt - One of my irl best friends, you guys can thank her for so much, because she is my number 1 fan and keeps cheering me on. Without her, I wouldn't have written this much. She's a victim of accidentally being converted into a kpop fan, purely because I was also dragged into the fandom. Even though she stans another group and man (Suga), we still ramble to each other for hours easily. Once she gathers the courage to post her own fanfics, you can be sure I'll be there to support her immediately. Her brain is wonderful, just like her, I wouldn't hesitate to commit arson for her sake. Her tag is 'my Darling', no, we aren't dating, in case any of Nat's anons come here asking that.

⤐ @nerenbe - Well well well, if it isn't my menace herself. This lil gremlin is the sole reason I am in this fandom altogether, since she just kept singing 'Star lost' while we were in the Christmas market. I guess this is what I get for dragging her into so many animes and manhwas, haha. She isn't really active here, but know that she loves to murder me with pics and memes of my bias and wrecker. Truly, she lives up to her nickname.

⤐ @shetherocket - The last of my irl best friends, the poor one who isn't in the kpop fandom and has no idea wtf I am saying to her. It's really funny actually, as she just nods as I speak, no clue about anything. But she likes Felix! Loves his softness and sunshine self, so I sometimes spam her with him lmao. I am never going to be sorry for that :D

⤐ @thightswideforhanin - First ever person to loudly admit Bae wrecked her, and hard. I always enjoy her reblogs, she was one of the first ever active members of my blog.

⤐ @michelle4eve - A shy follower of mine who gathered enough courage to speak to me, and would you look at that, we speak more regularly now :) She's very sweet, which is why I just call her my Sunshine.

⤐ @jinnie-ret - Jinnie-ret, Jinnie-ret, the person who started it all. She was the first skz writer who noticed me and decided to raid my blog, quite literally. She recommended my work on her blog and I got a big influx of people, making me breach the 100 followers threshold. I still can't believe she'd followed me back, when I've been her silent follower for months by that point. While we don't speak a lot, as she is busy, I know she's very welcoming and kind (also my brit mum, because she decided to adopt me lmao).

⤐ @kailee08 - Where do I even start, gods. She got to know me through Jinnie-ret, but decided to also basically adopt my introvert, anxious self on the spot (which is why one of her tags is 'my mum'). I love our little talks, no matter how silly they are. And while she (and everyone else) insists I am cute, I'll forever deny it, like the black cat I am. Without her, I don't know if I would still be here. Ah, I could write so much more, but I'll spare you the details, haha.

⤐ @atinyniki - Niki, my precious little pocket pookie who just loves to pester me and also shower me in love, no matter how hard I keep pushing it away (this is the norm for me and my friends). She's absolutely sweet and so strong, I look up to her in that sense. We easily start gushing about ATEEZ or my husky puppies for a good while xD I am so happy she wrote to me, even if she keeps insisting I am cute, falsely.

⤐ @writingforstraykids - Nat, my talented menace! I love her art, oh my god, I cannot wait for her to draw more, even if that is a year later or more. And her soft thoughts? Hell yes! She's the one who usually gets to see my own random thoughts about the boys (hence our collab), because she's my mootie and they get VIP services :) I am forever afraid she's gonna do what my menace does and send me pics of the boys... I would straight up die on the spot.

⤐ @cheesemonky - Leisel! While we don't talk a lot (timezone differences and my depressed, anxious self), she's cute and so supportive. I just know if we would talk more, our chat would be filled with rambles and thoughts about TXT, haha.

⤐ @yangbbokari - Mumu, the chaos child. I know she will delete her blog for a reason, but I still wanted to put her here before that. We didn't get to know each other well yet, but she loves to say random shit and cause mayham xD Very maknae line coded.

⤐ @lilmisssona - Sona, dear Sona, who is so sweet and supportive of me despite barely knowing me, it gives me diabetes. I already love her works, her AUs are very interesting. She also loves my two puppies, and I am only glad to provide her with photos and videos of them.

⤐ @minholing - Jenny, my lil biologist sprout. While she left, I will await her return here. Who knows, maybe by then I'll be able to accept her hugs more easily.

⤐ @kimistorm - We don't really talk, but we occasionally tag each other in some games. Her works are really nice and sweet, I wouldn't be surprised if she is like that too.

⤐ @miuracha - Miu, the legend amongst us. I haven't really gathered the courage to talk to her yet, but I do know she is an absolute sweetheart who only deserves the best. I hope life finally gives her a break, and very soon.

⤐ @silverstarburst - Silver, my star. Our friendship is very fresh, but I just know it will be great, since she tagged me in a Jisung photoset, completely unprompted. That is a sign.

⤐ @galaxycatdrawz - A very active moot of Nat, so I do see him interact with her a lot. We didn't really talk yet, but that might change, especially because of my collab with Nat xD But that all changed when I started memeing Nat, and being the menace he is, he gave me even more meme ideas. Thus, he shall be my official meme partner.

If I didn't tag you here, that either means I am way too nervous to do so (you're probably a big writer blog), or I just straight up forgot with my smooth, pea-sized brain. Please do reach out to me, I assure you I didn't mean to somehow offend you.

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#potat's guide #my beloveds #the way i just sat before this post for 5 minutes #before posting it #tells you how axious i am... #btw i truly do mean that 'tell me if i forgot to put you here' part #i assure you i don't hate you or anything #it's just that i can be very forgetful or anxious sometimes

[crisalidaseason]

Day 7: New experiences

So, I was a little sick due to chronic illness, but I managed to do a little something for day 7. It's not much, but it's my farewell to this sweet event that I am so grateful for!

CW: beelzebub being a menace and a smooth criminal, also ineffable bureaucracy being disgustingly sweet, michael slander (a little bit)

"Have you seen this individual? Please contact the authorities immediatly-"

The strange device - that Gabriel quickly learned was named television - was showing a picture of a familiar looking person.

"They are a suspect of multiple crimes, such as: Arson, conspiracy, disturbing the peace, harassment, fraud, identity theft, attempted murder in strange circunstances, shoplifting, vandalism"

Gabriel proudly put a hand on his chest, while sipping some hot chocolate he had to miracle the bartender to make. He softly kissed the top of Beelzebub's hat. The little flies sleeping on the curve of the hat buzzed slightly.

"I outdid myself with that face" Beelzebub admired as their transfigured face was exhibited on the screen "it's almost creepily similar to them"

"Do you think they will notice up there?" the angel said.

Beelzebub was resting their head on the angel's shoulders, still admiring their crime streak. There was nothing better than causing absolute chaos strictly for fun, not something Beelzebub was ever able to do in hell.

"We could send them a picture, one that shows how beautifully I mimicked Michael's face" the demon replied.

Gabriel's chest rumbled in Beelzebub's ears. More kisses on the hat.

"Oh, to be a fly in heaven when they see it" the previous archangel laughed.

"We can send the one I gave you!" the lord of flies perked up.

Gabriel looked at their perfect little demon, sighing in admiration, which prompted Beelzebub to kiss the angel's lips. The two kept cuddling and exchanging kisses while contemplating the demon's masterpiece around the city. The poor bar regulars were pretty much tired of the lovey-dovey intimidating couple, but never daring to say anything.

"We should go, our pottery class starts soon" the demon reminded Gabriel while checking the clock.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" the angel stood up, offering his hand to the demon and leaving the bar.

#ineffable bureaucracy #beelzebub #gabriel #gabriel x beelzebub #IBweek2023

[mylittleredgirl]

i'm having a time of it where i couldn't look at screens very much, so i haven't been watching or posting as much about m*a*s*h, but you'd better believe that has left me even more time to THINK about m*a*s*h!!!

buckle up: update for season four disc one!

(after welcome to korea, that is, which was another post)

headline: LOVE the new characters!!

bj has somehow already committed arson?? hawkeye, you are SUCH a bad example for your little brother

at some point down the line i'm sure i will stop infantilizing this grown ass man but for now literally everything bj does i'm like. that's a Baby.

especially when he participates in a bit where they're going after frank or margaret, who he literally just met

you know when there's like a ten-year-old with a strong opinion about something, like "that [toy, tv show, video game] SUCKS!" with all the rage and feeling in their world-weary heart

... and then one step behind them is the five-year-old who chimes in "yeah that REALLY sucks!" but with this innocent delight in their eyes, like they have no idea what's going on but they're getting a really good grade in Big Kid

that's BJ, is what i'm saying

and colonel potter! he's regular army!! but it's ok: he drinks

it's soooo perfect that he and bj share their first o.r. scene. the sweet calming mentor energy... i'm luv him.

and then HE SHOOTS THE DEAD JEEP. i'm still laughing about that. if colonel potter never does one more funny thing again he's still the funniest man alive.

meanwhile! we join our established characters already in progress

frank and hawkeye's relationship gets genuinely hostile there for a while. uncomfortably so, even.

and during the week i was too dizzy to sit up and make this post i spent a LOT of time thinking about this!!!

each of them are spinning out for their own reasons, which play out all over this season so far. frank gained and lost the power he wanted so badly. hawkeye lost both his besties at the same time, and the support structure and identity that went along with that.

but also trapper's absence on its own radically changed the swamp boys dynamic!!

frank has always been justifiably hateable, but there was a SPORT to it, you know? hawkeye and trapper were tormenting him largely to entertain each other, which means they did it a lot but only to the point where it was funny

and think about the "but there's no real hate, right?" in O.R., like in frank's mind, they torture him but they're all still buddies!!! (and the occasional peek into frank's sad childhood could explain this perception)

it quickly becomes clear in season 4 that trapper was a tempering influence between hawkeye and frank, who end up in a full on BRAWL

LIKE A DRAWN OUT PHYSICAL FIGHT

also hard to watch: frank wrecking margaret's tent. hmm. mm-mmm. don't like this.

on the other hand, i loved the "i'm here but we're not doing anything!" scene in the next episode when they're playing cards in her tent. they're always slapping or kissing or scheming -- i feel like this is the first time we ever see them just hanging out like friends

… with anyone, actually. like this thirty seconds of a card game just unlocked an unseen part of both their personalities

something subtle is shifting in this relationship. by the end of "the kids," even sober-margaret is getting in on the joke that frank sucks. i await future developments.

THE KIIIIIIIIIIDS

oh god it's so sweet and harmless. it's healing. i love it. i want to roll around in that episode.

i hope "frank scams a purple heart and hawkeye steals it" continues to happen every season, like the mail episodes

i learned that alan alda directed this ep, which means that he made the decision both in front of and behind the camera for hawkeye to make this face as bj tells a bedtime story:

hawkeye!!!! don't fall in love with straight boys!!!!!

other things:

I'M STILL GRIEVING BY THE WAY

THEY CROPPED MY BOY OUT OF THE OPENING SEQUENCE

THEY CROPPED HIMMMMMM

henry blake memorial bar we hardly knew ye 😢

the moment when hawkeye is like yeah bj, just to get you up to speed: henry was basically radar's dad

any time they mention henry or trapper i have feelings but ALSO i have feelings whenever i think maybe they could have mentioned them but didn't. mentioned them IN MY HEART.

i'm a little fixated on the choice to replace henry and trapper, notorious philanderers, with characters who are immediately identified as Wife Guys

genuinely if y'all hadn't told me that mclean stevenson and wayne rogers wanted out, i would have assumed the character shakeup happened specifically for that reason!

totally other topic but i'm definitely missing some kind of joke here and it's driving me nuts: every time a british character shows up they're heavily spray-tanned. what does it meeeeaaaan??

and lastly. best part of "the bus" is the knowledge that somewhere off-screen, margaret, klinger, and the nurses are running the camp.

#it's about time i watched m*a*s*h #mashblogging

[charxthekoopaking]

Heads up this is after Vander becomes warwick when warwick is mentioned

Warwick: I haven't seen Vi and Jinx for fifteen minutes now.

*Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Vi and Jinx running after it in a panic. Warwick doesn't look outside at all.*

Warwick: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

Warwick: I hope you have an explanation for this.

Vi: We have three actually-

Jinx: Pick your favorite.

Vi, to Powder: If you see Mylo, give him this message *makes a neutral face*

Vi: He'll know what it means.

*later*

Powder: oh, and Vi said to give you a message.

Powder: *makes a neutral face*

Mylo: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

Warwick: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!

Vi: It's kind of complicated, but Jinx-

Warwick: Got it. Forget I asked.

Jayce: Regular soda is too sweet!

Vi: Diet soda has a weird after taste!

Jayce: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY!

Vi: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda!

Jayce: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink!

Vi: I'm going to physically attack you.

Jayce: Which is better, Caitlyn?

Caitlyn: Oh, I usually drink water!

Vi: Wha- NO!

Jayce: DISGUSTING!

Jinx: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Ekko, used to Jinx being dumb: Sure...

Jinx: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Ekko: Okay?

Jinx: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Ekko:

Jinx: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Ekko: Jesus, that one is a little-

Seraphine, interested: No, no, Jinx, keep going.

Caitlyn: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Vi: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.

Jinx: Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Vi: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Ekko: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Jinx: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Seraphine I just think she's cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about her.

*Later that night*

Jinx, very much awake: Uh oh.

Jinx, watching power lines fall down: Vi, Warwick! The town is exploding and it's very pretty!

Vi: What would Warwick think?

Jinx: Ok, that’s an interesting thought, but hear me out: what if… we ran an experiment where we spent the rest of our lives finding out what happened if we never told him?

Silco: Okay, what does A stand for?

Jinx: Arson.

Silco: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?

Jinx: Barson.

Sevika: *laughter*

Silco: What stands for C?

Jinx: Commit arson.

Sevika: Oooo.

Silco: D!

Jinx: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.

Sevika: *more laughter*

Vi: Caitlyn won’t come out of her room!

Jayce: Just tell her I said something.

Vi: Like what?

Jayce: Anything factually incorrect.

Vi, shrugging: If you say so.

Caitlyn, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

Jinx: I got us matching friendship bracelets, and you say I don't care about our relationship.

Ekko: These are handcuffs.

Jinx: Yeah, 'cause we're partners in crime!

Jinx: Hey, wanna help me commit arson?

Seraphine: What the hell!?

Jinx: Oh, sorry, my bad.

Jinx, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?

Seraphine, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

#arcane incorrect quotes #arcane #incorrect league of legends quotes #jinx league of legends #vi and caitlyn #seraphine #arcane ekko #sevika #warwick #silco

[spell-fox]

Kickstart my Heart Session 6 summary (with sketches!)

Brighton 1986, 7th March

In which Dr P learns Crime, Linden is exhausted operating at 50% capacity and makes a dear sacrifice for the coterie, Monroe tackles a cop and Abaddon has a deep dark secret of betrayal

I tried to keep this as conscise as possible but it still ran up to 1.5k words eep

Resident Gangrel Dr P is awakened by his ghoul with a letter from the next member of the band the coterie will do tasks for, and some students asking for extensions on their paper deadlines, which he graciously grants.

Our Malkavian Monroe awakens to his sire Hollie looming over him, a perfectly clean flat, her shows are going well thanks to him. She's just like his mom right? Right??? He packs his guitar and wanders down to James Street.

Tzimisce Linden woke up in Abaddon's college room, absolutely destroyed. Baby dayslept without their ancestral soil for the first time. They look and feel terrible. First court of order was to phone their sire to inform him they were still unalive.

The group convened at the Black Dove to wrangle the demon they accidentally released last session. Dr P was joined by his barn owl famulus Little Oak. There's a police cordon and LOTS of people, shops damaged, blood, lots of police and people in plain black suits. They discuss various crimes one can do

Next was getting ready to meet the coterie, but first Abaddon gifted them a stolen blood pack and decided to show off some thaumaturgy rituals just because? Turning incorporeal and summoning flame, which he put out in an ashtray and managed to trigger redfear in Linden. We learn he is a fair bit older than Linden, he's interested in demons and potentially... Changing families....

Monroe: money laundering

Abaddon: arson

Linden: theft of a corpse

Dr P: ....lying...?

Monroe calls a friend to help, Aloysius will graciously come help with their "Jack Russel" problem and pull them out of the shit again.

Dr P surveys the street in the meantime, sweet talking past the police, one of whom offers to escort him to his apartment that he totally lives in. He's able to scope the situation out. Trying to get a better view, he does break into an apartment overlooking the street, sees kids shoes, hears noise, panics, runs.

He reports a break-in to the police at the cordon and one goes to check out the door he just smashed in. One down, another to go.

Aloysius arrives to save the day! The better, more American, Tremere is here, and he's not taking shit from the less-good Tremere Abaddon. Linden instantly hates him for disrespecting their nerd. Aloy goes to dominate and the gang sneak in.

Then it's following the trail of the demon. They are able to find a way up to the roof of a nearby building, Dr P making enough noise to alert a resident, they all vault onto the roof which is covered in dead birds, except Monroe who fails the roll. A man in a bathrobe confronts him, Linden decides to help ?? By throwing a dead pigeon down to terrify the man's daughter.

Linden also finds an excellent specimen of a dead pigeon and bags it up for taxidermy purposes. The coterie see the path of the demon, follow it along, Linden talks to a woman who swears she saw a demon, the end up paying her money to steal a leather jacket from the shop.

The people in sunglasses are watching but not doing anything. Aloy alters one of the demon's victims to look like they died a more natural death.

On following the trail, Dr P and Monroe play rock paper scissors to see who gets to eat the police officer blocking the way. Dr P wins the game, but fails at grappling the cop, Linden fails to help, getting punched and knocked down, it's only Monroe able to tackle him and Abaddon dominating silence from the man before Dr P feeds from the guy's.... Leg ? Well, it soes the trick even if it's not graceful. Monroe hides the unconscious man, steals the badge and handcuffs.

Following the route of the demon, they go into a block of flats and ascend. Scrabbling noises are coming from one of the flats. Remembering it's interest in pigeons, Linden offers the beautiful dead pigeon to the coterie to use as bait. They're not happy about it. Confronting the lesser demon, everyone is able to keep it calm, Dr P offers the pigeon which it plays with, so Linden chucks it into the attic space.

This begins a game a fetch with a lesser demon (a "jack russell not a mastiff"), where Dr P summons a flock of pigeons to lure it across the roofs, with Linden in the middle to compel the birds on back towards the demon's home. All while Aloy is being incredibly distracting, presumably with some discipline use.

Demon returned to the Baali church, they have the wonderful gift of the Baali leader using Daimonion on Abaddon, commenting simply about a betrayal and telling the coterie to be careful about him. They also the gift of.... A tooth necklace. Great. I'm sure this isn't a reliquary or something horrible. Great. Everyone is invited to a ritual in a few weeks time. Bring your friends.

Monroe goes back to meet Aloysius who drives to his hideously decorated fancy house in a classic car. Aloysius laments the loss of the old days, Monroe doesn't neeeed to stay in contact with his sire, why not just leave? She'll just follow. Weeeell they could just stick her in torpor.

They go down to the sea front to discuss. Monroe takes the necklace but putting it in his bag it feels... Uncomfortable. Abaddon takes it. I'm sure that's fine. Everyone discusses clan weaknesses. Linden explains why they are operating at roughly 50% capacity.

Monroe wants to learn thaumaturgy like Aloysius. That's easy, it's just about....consuming the right person :)

In order to pay the debt for covering the masquerade breach, he wants info on other coterie member Agatha's sire. Monroe can't do it anymore. It changed after the embrace. Well, perhaps Hollie could teach something useful, they'll just have to have her teach Monroe dementation *then* they can stick her in torpor. Aloy has lots of uses for dementation. "-_- You want me to use my mental illness to win the lottery?"

Monroe sleeps at Aloysius' place that night.

Linden walks home with Abaddon. They chat about the soil situation, he tells them about the Tzimisce in London who is rumoured to store his soil inside him. Huh. That's a good idea, wonder why Damyan hasn't told them that. They aren't sure whether to attend the Baali ritual, especially since he used a power on Abaddon who knows what they're capable of. They say it's fine to have betrayed someone, he doesn't have to tell them and he doesn't need to keep denying it. But they had fun. Returning home, the lights are on so Linden keeps the goodbye friendly but neutral, a quick hand touch and that's it.

Before seeing Damyan they need to assess the damage to his artwork on their chest. It's... A bit damaged but not much so uuuhh they try to fix it. They manage a little, but then keep going. The fix is crude. It's obvious. Too obvious. After having been instructed *not* to vissisitude their chest piece, they can't go up like this. So they... Tear their new stitches out. It's horrible. Much blood and pain later they still have damage.

Damyan is angery >( Linden didn't come home last night, he was so worried. He's annoyed about the tasks they're being sent on (to cover his debt...), he wonders about their newfound colleagues. Linden says they are very capable and valuable allies. Ah. In that case why not invite everyone over? Damyan would like to meet them. Excellent.

They mention the damage and he sits down to fix it, adding a few new decorative elements. Should he reinforce it to prevent damage in future? Hmmm, no, that would mess with the aesthetics.

Vissituded twice over, exhausted, they stumble down and crawl into bed, grasping around for their dirt and hugging it close. Let's not do this halved dice pool thing again.

Dr P is summoned to meet the dean of the university. At 3am. Interesting. Yep, he's a kindred. Either that or Dr Sam Fletcher just likes keeping specific flavours of vitae in a secret painting compartment for funsies.

He's aware Dr P is In The Know now, shame that he's a gangrel. He also wants info on Agatha's sire. She's building quite the little coven here on campus. He insists he is in charge here, and he'd be in charge of the city if not for the anarch problem. Too many "low clans", the city is overrun with them. Should Dr P get intel for him, Fletcher can offer him alternate employment.

After a stressful meeting, Dr P's ghoul Graeme has made the cupboard he daysleeps in a little more comfortable. There are blankets and pillows. What a bro.

#vtm #vtm: kickstart my heart #oc: linden #oc: dr p #oc: monroe #oc: abaddon #oc: aloysius

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Love Letters

Requested by @courtney-reagan​

A Story where Bobby and Athena hold their daughter for the first time ! I really hope you like. 

Also if you like my work please comment like and reblog ! It means a lot to see interactions on my work. 

9 long Months. 9 months of kicks  9 months of laughter , 9 months of tears and 9 months of worrying  all lead to this moment. 

This moment that took your breath away. I was able to finally able to hold my  beautiful daughter for the first time. 

When I looked down at her she was so small I  was even nervous to even hold her.

 I thought of the ways I could drop her or scare her or even hurt her. But I quickly pushed away those thoughts and grabbed you. 

Now that I had you I never wanted to put you back down. I felt like if I put you down then I couldn’t protect you anymore. Crazy kind of logic isn’t it ? 

You are so beautiful my sweet girl. Everything about you is just absolute perfection and must I say I thank god everyday you look more like your mom then me

. You were all dressed up in the tiniest pink and white outfit. A little bow bigger than your head.  

Looking down at your sleeping face there are a few things I have been waiting to say to you. I wrote them all down and rehearsed them so I didn’t forget anything I wanted to say. 

So here it goes my little one, 

As your dad I promise I will always make sure to tell you how much I love you. I will make sure that you will never want anything in this world. 

I wish I could look you in the eye and say you won’t get hurt. That things will always be easy here on out. 

But that is just not the case. I can promise that I will always be there. I will be the first to get the ice cream and tissues and we can cry it out together. 

I will always be there cheering you on from the sidelines. Being your biggest cheerleader. 

No matter who you choose to be in life , no matter what path you take I will always be there for you. 

I love you more than words can describe my sweet little one. 

You know your mom is over there watching us and listening to us right now as we speak. 

Well as I speak. And as were here sharing I want to tell you the story of how me and her meant. 

I can’t believe she would even look at me and decide she was going to give me a chance. Your mom is kind , can be tough when she needs to be and a complete badass. 

We meet on the job. She’s a police officer and I am a firefighter. We meant solving an arson case.

 It was involving a family and their restaurant. The dad burned it down for the money. I can’t say i blame him. 

You would do anything for family even thought it may not be the best of decisions. After that we worked a lot side by side together. 

One day we had a pretty rough case. Your too young for that story right now. I asked her after to go to church to pray with me. 

The rest is history for us. Everyday I wake up and the first thing I do is pray. 

I pray and thank god I had this opportunity to have a second chance to have this amazing life. I feel like I don’t deserve it and I don’t get to be happy. 

Athena taught me how to love again. To be able to move forward as best I can. Hoping to be able to start over. 

The last 9 months really reminded me of that. To be able to let new beginnings happen. To be able to welcome the new and learn my best to let go. 

As we sit here and hold you for the first time I look forward to the future. To all your new beginnings. Your first walk, your first words and your first kiss. 

I look down at you and wonder who you will become and what you will do. All the endless opportunities laid in front you. 

I can’t wait for your family to meet you. The 118 already loves you so much and your already so loved. 

They brought you so many gifts. Like your uncle Buck who brought the biggest Barbie riding car they had. 

“Bobby bring me baby over here” Athena yelled. 

Breaking us out of our conversation. 

“Yeah of course coming right over” I yelled. 

I walked over and Placed You in her Arms. Athena looking down and smiling so hard. I sat down next to her. 

“How you feeling you doing okay do you need anything” I asked 

“I’m good got everything I need,” Athena said. 

“ I never thought I would have another daughter again but I can’t imagine live without her” I said 

“I know she’s the missing puzzle piece we all needed” Athena said 

I looked at my girls and my heart was so full. I thank god everyday for my beautiful blessings.

#bobby nash #bobby nash imagine #Athena Grant #bathena #athena grant imagine #911 on fox #911 one shot #bobby nash one shot #athena grant one shot #requested #request #911edit #911 imagine #911 fanfic #911 x reader

[the-geek-librarian]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you!

Yo! Nice to see ya hope your doing well!!

1-Old Greek comedy shows, there is something about it that make me so irrationally happy and it always me laugh my ass off

2- uhhh Sweet things i guess? I've always liked sweet especially cakes

3- My dog!! Listen this can go in with animals BUT my little boy is special and he is next to me rn and I'm dying

4- Going out with my friends, i have a grup of ppl i know for a fact i will go to war for (looks at the arson server and irl peepes)

5- Doing things with my brother, it's a great time no matter what we do, math? He helps me understand, anime? The time of our life (he cried at the end of Jojos part 3)

#v says shit #ask game

[emi-writings]

Burning Iron and Honey Sweet Promises: Chapter Five

Back to Wilbur's perspective. He does some research on the guy he likes who happens to be a fae, and he has a weird dream.

Last night had been a lot for Wilbur. The witch had made multiple mistakes because of his own impulsiveness, including giving his True Name over to the fae. He was lucky that the fae seemed reluctant to actually abuse that little slip up, otherwise it could have resulted in chaos. All it would take is one command, and the fae could have had Wilbur kill the entire village, or free him, or worse. Instead, he just offered to render Wilbur’s True Name useless, which would have removed any leverage anyone had over the witch.

But that behavior just didn’t match up with what Wilbur had heard about the Unseelie King.

Which was why Wilbur has snuck his way into the collection of Hunter’s Journals. Books and reports that were compiled together so that all fae hunters could use the knowledge of those who came before them. Wilbur had been allowed to read through a few of the books when he was younger, before he had been encouraged to focus on witchcraft. After all, according to the hunters, he didn’t need to confuse himself with so many books when he should focus on what he enjoys.

The Unseelie Court was the malevolent one, the Unseelie Court was the wild one and the Unseelie Court was the cruel one. The Unseelie Monarch was supposed to represent all of those things. Not to mention, that some descriptions Wilbur had heard about the Unseelie King over the years didn’t fit what Wilbur had seen of Q. Cunning and clever with a silver tongue? That sounded like Q. Brutal, simple, and vicious with a penchant for arson? Well… that could maybe be the Unseelie King he knew… but he really doubted it. Sweet and cruel in all the ways a fae is, cutthroat with a smile like sunshine? That didn’t ring any bells at all.

There were even the physical descriptions that the Unseelie King was described as. Wings and talons were common, as was a crown of shadows. But no one could decide on the height the Unseelie King was. The feathers were also described in different ways – from colors and patterns that Wilbur knew were familiar, to bright colors and strange patterns that didn’t fit a shrike at all. The older the reports dated back, the more confusing the descriptions got. Sometimes the books even mentioned the possibility of an Unseelie Queen, though unconfirmed based on the reports. It didn’t seem like there was anything really solid to go off of.

“Lapis? What are you doing?”

Wilbur jolted, before he whipped around, “Oh, hey Gold. What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you” Technoblade glanced at the books in Wilbur’s hands, “What are you doing, Lapis?”

“I’m researching” and when Wilbur realized how unconvincing that sounded, he elaborated, “It’s just that there are so many conflicting reports on the Unseelie King, and what I saw from him, he doesn’t really fit all the accounts I’ve read. Something just seemed wrong, and I was worried.”

Technoblade nodded, “Fae are tricksters, you know that.”

“I know, I just… I’ve never been so close to a fae before, knowing one is in our village has me on edge. I guess I’m just trying to calm my nerves by researching” Wilbur said with a forced steadiness.

Wilbur had never been so glad that he was wearing a hood before. With the way the witch had clung onto the books, with how he shook in where he had stood, Wilbur could only hope that his brother would have interpreted everything as him simply being scared of the fae, rather than scared of getting caught in a lie. The weight of that new moon night sat heavily on Wilbur’s shoulders, and Wilbur knew that at any moment everything could fall apart.

“Father and I will protect you,” Technoblade said as he placed a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder, “No matter what happens, I won’t let a single fae lay a hand on you.”

“I know, I know. You know I feel the same way about you” Wilbur replied.

“That’s not what you need to worry about,” Technoblade sighed and started looking through the books, “There are some books you should look into, if you really want to expand your knowledge.”

Wilbur made a noise of confusion, “I’ve never read these before.”

“Yeah, our father decided that you didn’t need to know about these books. They contain some really messed up stories” Technoblade replied.

“That’s just typical of him,” Wilbur sighed in exasperation.

Technoblade snorted, “Yeah, anyway, these books are all different reports of different incidents of the fae interacting with humans. The usual stuff like stolen infants, and twisted deals, but it’s got some stuff you might not be familiar with.”

“It’s the fae, what stuff could Emerald have kept from me?” Wilbur countered.

“Villages that used to worship the fae, before the fae predictably wiped them out. The fact that apparently witches can make deals with the fae for great power, though again, it usually backfires” Technoblade rolled his eyes, “Not to mention the multiple instances of fae intentionally seducing mortals, only to break their hearts so badly that they can no longer eat, sleep or function.”

“That’s brutal” and Wilbur wanted to cringe out how weak his voice sounded.

Technoblade just shrugged, “That’s just how the fae are. They think of humans as nothing more than simple playthings or pets, and human lives as fleeting things not worth their concern.”

A few weeks ago, Wilbur would have blindly agreed without any hesitation. But after all the time he had spent time with the Unseelie King? Wilbur wouldn’t help but feel doubt that all of the fae were like that. Maybe there was some kind of misunderstanding, or miscommunication between humans and fae that could be resolved? Or, maybe Wilbur was a fool, and would end up as a heartbroken husk like the people in tales Technoblade had mentioned. Just another victim of the fae’s whims to be used as a cautionary tale.

“Right,” Wilbur said, “Thank you for the recommendations.”

“Just promise me you’ll stay safe,” Technoblade rolled his eyes.

Wilbur smiled sweetly and lied, “Of course.”

“Great Lugh. Master of artisans, leader of craftsmen, patron of smiths, I call upon you and ask for your blessing. You of the many skills and talents, I ask you to shine upon me and bless me with your gifts. Please grant me the heart which I desire—”

“Okay, I thought we already agreed on keeping the deities and witchcraft out of these games, Wilbur.”

The Unseelie King looked unimpressed, cards carefully clutched in his talons, as he sat in his cage. Wilbur, as usual, sat outside the cage, with his own cards in hand. He gave the fae an unabashed look, he had known what to expect when he brought down some playing cards for Q. Still, the fae pouted in a way that almost would have made Wilbur feel guilty… if it hadn’t presented Wilbur with the best opportunity to mess with the fae that enjoyed teasing him so viciously.

“Technically you only banned spells and praying to gods of luck or gambling” Wilbur answered, “Lugh is a god of skills, not luck or gambling.”

Q grinned, “You’re a menace.”

Wilbur smirked back, “I learned from the best.”

The witch found that the Unseelie King had a way of whisking him out of his worries, even when he was the one at the center of all of his worries. As soon as he made his way into the cellar, he felt relaxed at the charm and playfulness of the fae. So much so that after some food, and a little bit of water with a healing enchantment, Wilbur had just dropped his hood and mask, and pulled out a deck of playing cards. That was what led to the situation Wilbur had gotten himself in. Though the fae could obviously tell something was wrong, based on the distance Wilbur had placed between them.

“Let’s do something else” the fae stretched once again with a huff, “Something that you can’t cheat at.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, “Magic isn’t cheating.”

“Agree to disagree. Got anything else in that bag of yours” Q sighed with another roll of his shoulders.

“Is something wrong?” Wilbur asked, “You seem uncomfortable.”

Q sighed, “It’s just my wings. I’ve never gone this long without them being preened, but I can’t preen them myself – especially not while trapped in a cage.”

“So, wings that need to be preened are uncomfortable?” Wilbur questioned.

“At first” Q answered, “It gets painful eventually.”

Wilbur looked at the wings on the fae’s back, and nearly cringed at their appearance. He didn’t know much about wings, but he had noticed that fae’s wings had been getting more and more disheveled the longer he had stayed. The witch wondered for a brief moment if they unkempt state of the wings had been a result any harm by other hunters. How many people that gave him polite nods as he passed through the village to do his chores had harmed the fae he had been working so hard to heal?

How many times in the past had he been lied to by his father about what their intentions were with fae prisoners?

“Do you want me try?” Wilbur asked, “Preening, I mean?”

The witch regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He had no idea how he had what he had been thinking, he had no idea how to preen wings. Yet he couldn’t resist the temptation – he wanted to know what it felt like to touch the fae’s wings. They looked like they would be so soft, and besides, someone needed to help the fae preen his wings. Wilbur highly doubted any of the hunters would exactly offer to do so, so he was the only option. Though the way the fae stared at him didn’t make him confident in his abilities.

Q looked away with a slightly flushed face, “You can try. Just… be gentle…”

Wilbur nodded, “Of course I will be. Uh, can you maybe put your wings through the bars so I can reach them easier?”

“Yeah, I can do that” the Unseelie King huffed, “Give me a second.”

The Unseelie King slowly, carefully, moved one of his wings through the bars of the cage, before he threaded the other one through the bars on the opposite side. Wilbur took a moment to admire the wings, while they weren’t bright and vibrant colors as he knew some birds to be, they were still beautiful in their own way. As the witch moved around the cage, he really got the chance to marvel at the wings. When he finally had reached the back of the cage, he took a deep breath to prepare himself, before he raised his hands to touch the wings.

“Before we start, I have to warn you about something” Q said.

Wilbur pulled his hands back, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, it’s just something you should know” the fae replied, “I can get… instinctive…I won’t really be able to control my actions.”

“Will you try and hurt me?” Wilbur asked, even though for some reason he couldn’t picture that.

The fae’s wings almost fell a bit, as if hurt, “No, I would never cause you harm, not even instinctively. I’m worried with the opposite actually, that I might try to get too affectionate. And I might not be able to speak – at least, not in a way you could understand.”

“What do you by ‘too affectionate’?” Wilbur questioned.

“Cuddling. Nuzzling. If my bird brain completely takes over it’s going to want to touch you despite the iron, so please look out for that so I don’t end up giving myself iron sickness again” Q answered.

Wilbur nodded, even though the fae couldn’t see it, “I can do it. Just give me instructions on how to preen.”

“Okay, first of all – please be gentle, preening feathers is different from brushing your hair, it hurts” Q began, “Start in the center, near the roots of the largest feathers – those feathers are also the ones you should end with.”

“Understood” Wilbur nodded as he raised his hands to the wings.

Despite the hesitation, Wilbur started his attempt to preen the wings as the fae purred, “That’s good, that’s really, really good.”

The King of the Unseelie Court – the most terrifying of all fae – melted at Wilbur’s touch like a purring kitten. A month ago, the witch wouldn’t have believed it. After all, everything he had learned about the fae had led him to believe that the Unseelie King was cruel and vicious. Everything that Wilbur had read that morning had left him with the impression that the Unseelie King would only cause him pain and suffering. Yet here Wilbur was, preening the fae’s feathers – the fae that allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of Wilbur – and the witch just couldn’t picture the fae being as cruel as the stories he had read.

Eventually, the fae stopped adding in any commentary at all, only letting out bird noises, and the witch had a hunch that that had been what the fae had meant by ‘going instinctive’. Wilbur tried to continue the conversation, but all he had gotten was a couple of different tweets and chirps in response. Though those noises could have been because of the way Wilbur’s fingers worked the other’s feathers. Q just appeared so relaxed as Wilbur worked through the feathers, and the witch took that as a sign that he had done a good job. When he had finished a second pass of the feathers, ending where he started, he let out a sigh and stretched.

Suddenly, the fae lunged and reached out through the bars at Wilbur, chirping desperately.

Wilbur had pulled back at first, panicked, until he remembered the warning that Q had given him right before he had started preening. Then he noticed the way the iron bars burned at the fae that was trying to reach out at him, and he panicked again. He didn’t want to try his luck with a fae that wasn’t in control of his actions. But the witch had to do something, or else the fae would end up giving himself iron poisoning trying to touch him.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that!” Wilbur tried to push the fae’s hands away from him, “You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

The Unseelie king just ignored him, chirping and purring, though they became panicked the closer Wilbur’s hands got closer to the iron bars.

Wilbur realized what was going on, “The iron isn’t hurting me, it’s hurting you! It’s gonna poison you!”

The Unseelie King clearly couldn’t understand a single word the witch had said in the state he was in, which left Wilbur out of options. He didn’t want the fae to find himself iron sick once more, all because in his instinctive state, he forgot Wilbur wasn’t affected by iron the way he was. Besides, Wilbur would have felt especially guilty if the fae got iron sick in a sweet, but misguided, attempt to protect him. There was only one thing Wilbur could think of doing, and it wasn’t something the witch would have even considered doing a week ago. He would need to open the cage.

Wilbur, with great reluctance, pulled back away from the cage and out of the fae’s reach. Q made loud, distressed noises, almost like a bird that was watching its young get ripped apart without any way to stop it. The witch felt his heart ache in sympathy, as he slowly moved around to the front of the cage. The fae made a screeching noise when Wilbur moved to the latch. The went quiet as soon as it realized what Wilbur had done to the first latch. He watched silently as the witch undid the second latch on the cage, before he pulled out a key – also made of iron – and unlocked the cage. Finally, Wilbur tugged open the door to the cage.

The witch hadn’t known what he really expected when he did that. Maybe he thought the Unseelie King would just bolt out of the cage, up the ladder and out of the village. Maybe a part of him expected the Unseelie King to tear out his throat and leave his corpse as a cruel reminder of why humans should never trust fae. Maybe he just expected the fae to wander around the room he had been trapped in, a new sense of curiosity in his instinctive state. 

Instead, what Wilbur got was a moment where neither of them moved. And then he found himself with an arm full of the Unseelie King. The King of the Unseelie Court, wrapped in his arms, making purring noises as he nuzzled into Wilbur’s neck. The witch noticed the fae had attempted to do something with his talons in Wilbur’s hair, and it took him an embarrassingly long time before he realized the fae had been trying to preen him. With a few gentle kisses placed on the witch’s neck, and the surprising gentleness the fae wielded his talons, Wilbur couldn’t help but find himself relaxing around the fae. 

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were affectionate,” Wilbur sighed, “The perfect opportunity to escape, and all you want to do is cuddle.”

That earned a purr in response, but Wilbur still had no way to prove whether or not the fae could understand what the witch had said. It didn’t really matter, as Wilbur couldn’t help but get lost in the feelings of what was happening. Every gentle touch and brush sent so much warmth and honey through his body. It was almost overwhelmingly sweet, it made him want to curl up and sleep – like a cat in a sunbeam. At the same time, the pure magic running through his system made him feel unstoppable, almost like the reverse of doing an intense ritual. It was easy for Wilbur to find himself getting lost in the warmth and honey. 

“Well, this is pretty close. Can’t say that I dislike it though.” 

Wilbur looked down and he already felt his face burning, “You don’t remember what happened?”

There was a sense of awareness present in the fae’s eyes that hadn’t been there a few moments ago. The talons that had run through his hair now traced soothing patterns into Wilbur’s chest through his shirt, so light the shirt didn’t rip or anything. The purring stopped for the most part, though the witch swore he heard a hint of a purr in the other’s voice when he spoke. And, of course, there was that cocky smirk. The one that suggested the fae had plenty to say but held it back so that Wilbur didn’t beat him because of how flirtatious it was. A look Wilbur had become all too familiar with. 

“All I remember is you preening me. You’re unfairly good at that by the way” Q sighed in contentment, “This is a pleasing sight after I woke up from being instinctive.”

“You could have escaped. You still have a chance to escape” Wilbur said.

“No, I couldn’t have,” the Unseelie King countered. 

“Why not?” Wilbur asked, “Is something wrong? Are you still weak from the iron?”

The witch didn’t have a lot on hand, but surely he could have gathered up some healing supplies quickly and been able to return without being spotted. With all the magic he had absorbed from the fae, it shouldn’t have been too much trouble to cast a quick glamor and still have some left over for a healing spell. But, as he put together a list in his head of all the ingredients he would be able to smuggle back into the cellar, he was distracted by the fae that placed a hand on his cheek. Wilbur was faced with those blood red eyes. 

“I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t abandon you, or get you in trouble” Q explained, “Especially while instinctive like that.”

That made Wilbur blush. 

The witch never knew how to feel about those statements. The ones the fae made that weren’t just flirtatious remarks or teasing banter. Words that made the witch reconsider how much about what he had been taught about the fae had been correct. Words that made the witch wonder if the fae were actually capable of love and compassion, and he had just been misinformed about the inherent selfishness, about their inability to do anything that doesn’t benefit themselves. The fact that the fae still could run away, yet chose to remain in Wilbur’s lap, didn’t help at all. 

“I’ve been doing some reading lately,” Wilbur started, then cringed. 

The fae hummed, “Oh? On what?”

“On the Unseelie King. I just wanted to see if there was anything that could help you out. There is a lot of conflicting information out there about you” Wilbur explained.

“That’s it? I can help clear some things up if you want?” Quackity hummed, “What’s got you confused?”

Wilbur tried to hide a blush, hard as it was with the fae still in his lap, “I actually brought the books with me.”

The Unseelie King laughed a little, “Books? Multiple? Be careful, mi amor, I might get the wrong idea about what you were really researching?”

“‘Mi amor’?” Wilbur asked. 

“It’s Spanish. It literally translates to ‘my love’, though you could interpret it as something like ‘honey’, ‘sweetheart’ or ‘darling’” Q explained, “You can take it any way you’d like, pretty boy.”

At the (admittedly mortifying) squeak Wilbur had made at that little term of endearment, the fae laughed before he pulled the books out of the witch’s bag and began to skim them. The witch couldn’t help but notice that the Unseelie King had basically turned him into his personal chair, he leaned back against Wilbur’s chest as he read through the books. Despite that, the human couldn’t exactly voice any complaints. The fae was warm and light, and he’d imagine that after being forced to stand in an iron cage all day, he’d be desperate for something comfortable to sit on. Wilbur knows he would be. 

“Alright, I see where the confusion is coming from. A lot of details in these books are correct, it's just not always about the same Unseelie King” the fae answered. 

Wilbur leaned forward, “What do you mean? There’s more than one Unseelie King?”

“Fae can live forever theoretically. In practice? It’s unlikely that a fae will be able to without dying to a hunter, or getting into fight with another fae, or some kind of other creature” Q elaborated, “I’ve been the Unseelie King for a long time, but there have been other Unseelie Monarchs. And I imagine there will be more in the future.”

That explained a lot, when Wilbur thought about it. He had been an idiot not to assume that from the beginning. Of course, the witch hadn’t expected the books to get everything right, but it made sense to know that those who had written them hadn’t been complete fools. There had just been different rulers of the Unseelie Court, each one with their own style of ruling. Which meant that Wilbur had been right, the displays of brutality he had read about hadn’t been Q’s style at all. That made Wilbur feel a sense of pride. He knew the fae too well. 

Though, there was still one last thing on the witch’s mind. 

“There was something else… something that I heard about” Wilbur mentioned. 

The fae tilted his head, “Yeah?”

Wilbur looked away, “There are stories of humans falling in love with fae, fae who charmed them, seduced them, only to break their hearts. The humans in these tales often die from a broken heart, unable to eat or sleep, just wasting away.”

“Wilbur.”

The witch looked back at the fae, who stared at him with such an intensity that Wilbur felt it to his very core. Red eyes glowed in the flickering candlelight, the fae’s lips were so close to the witch’s, yet too far away. Everything felt like it had slowed down, that nothing else mattered in that moment. Wilbur just knew. He knew, before Q opened his mouth, what the fae had wanted to say. Because Wilbur knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what the fae was like, what he truly wanted from Wilbur. And a part of him was done trying to deny it. 

“I swear, I would never allow that to happen to you” the King of the Unseelie Court vowed, “Not by my hands, not by the hands of any member of my court. Not by the hands of a Seelie fae, or Wild fae. You will never succumb to such a fate.”

“How can you say such things as if they hold no weight?” Wilbur asked, “You make promises like this, and treat them as nothing more than the simplest of arrangements.”

Q smirked, “Well it is simple. I’m a king, my word is law, and if anyone were to cross me by causing you harm, whether that be emotionally, mentally, physically, or spiritually, I would bring the wrath of the entire Unseelie Court on them.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Wilbur replied.

“And you know the answer to your unasked question” the fae cupped Wilbur’s face, “Tell me, do you just want me to say the words out loud? Are you scared that you’re reading too far into my affection? Or are you hoping I’ll deny it?”

Wilbur’s face warmed intensely at that. The teasing smirk, the fact that the fae was seated in his lap, their faces so close to each other. The warmth that the fae gave off, not just from the magic that slowly pumped into Wilbur through their skin contact. The way the fae’s breath fanned over his face; and despite the fae being locked up, it smelled pleasant. Everything about the Unseelie King called to him, made him want to ignore everything he had ever been taught and just lean in. And for once, he didn’t have a little voice in the back of mind that screamed that it would be a horrible idea.

“We’re supposed to be mortal enemies, I’m supposed to be engaged, and you’re supposed to want to trick or deceive me” Wilbur said, “I’m not supposed to want you to kiss me.”

“Is that what you want?” The fae tilted his head, shifted close to Wilbur.

Wilbur felt as if time slowed down, “Please.”

Everything about the Unseelie King softened at that, a genuine smile tugged at his lips. The fae shifted the way he was seated in Wilbur’s lap so that he could face the witch properly. His hands cupped Wilbur’s face with surprising gentleness, considering the razor-sharp talons that tipped his fingers. Slowly, so slowly the witch was pulled down further and further into the fae’s embrace. They were so close that Wilbur could almost taste the fae on his lips. And then the fae did the cruelest thing Wilbur had ever known him to do in that moment. Something Wilbur wasn’t sure he’d ever recover from.

Q pulled away from Wilbur, from the kiss, and just rested his head against the witch’s shoulder.

“I… What?” Wilbur couldn’t help the frown that tugged at his face.

“Don’t take it the wrong way, because I desperately wanted to kiss you,” Q brushed his thumb across the witch’s cheek, “But you’re not ready for it yet, and I can’t take advantage of you just because I wanted it.”

Wilbur wanted to be mad, but he actually felt kind of endeared by that, “I think I would know if I was ready.”

“When a fae is touching you like this, it doesn’t matter what kind of personal wards you have, they can feel your emotions,” the fae explained, “And while I can feel desire and anticipation, I can also feel a little bit of fear. I don’t want to kiss you while feeling how scared you are, even if it isn’t that strong.”

That actually made sense, now that Wilbur really thought about it. The witch had considered earlier, when the fae explained how the magic worked, if there were any other reasons why a fae’s touch could be considered bad. Especially when it turned out the fae were actually very helpful for witchcraft, and there wouldn’t have been any consequences to hunters gaining any magical energy. This explained a lot – a fae knowing one’s emotions could potentially make it easier for them to manipulate people into doing what they wanted. They could play with insecurities and bad blood between hunters to create enough of a distraction to escape. It also explained why people found conversations with the fae so easy to get lost in.

“It’s kind of unfair that you know what I’m feeling, but I have no idea what you’re feeling,” Wilbur pouted.

Q laughed a little, “Oh, I am more than happy to let you know what I’m thinking. You just tend to react poorly whenever I’m too honest.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean that I could go into great detail of everything I want to do to you, but you’d be a blushing mess before I even get into any of the really interesting details” the fae grinned, “Of course, if you changed your mind, I would be more than happy to teach you some things.”

It was its own kind of magic, how quickly the mood was completely destroyed by just some teasing. Truly a feat only the King of the Unseelie Court could manage. Wilbur couldn’t tell if he was more amused, exasperated or curious by what Q had said. All he knew was that he no longer felt as tempted to kiss the other as he had only a few moments ago. The fae, on the other hand, just laughed as he had clearly felt the shift in the witch’s emotions through the contact they had. Wilbur just rolled his eyes and gave a playful shove to the other’s shoulders.

“Get off my lap.”

“No.”

“Q…”

“Nope. I’m not doing it” Q suddenly wrapped his arms around Wilbur, “You’re basically negating all the harm from the iron, I’m not un-clinging unless I have to.”

Wilbur sighed, “That isn’t fair.”

“Says the man who likes to use magic to cheat at card games” the fae said with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s called praying and it doesn’t count” Wilbur, once again, pouted, “And how do you know that wasn’t a one-time thing?”

“Because you have also confessed to using magic to help sneak around to not only see me, but to steal things for me?” Q replied, “Cheating at card games seems pretty inconsequential to that amount of treason.”

The witch grimaced at that. Logically, he knew that everyone in the village would probably consider his actions a betrayal to everything they stood for. But Wilbur had good reasons behind what he was doing, he knew that if he didn’t keep the Unseelie King alive, the Unseelie Court would have them all torn to shreds. If not something much worse. Wilbur was trying to save them all. Just because he happened to catch feelings for Q, that didn’t change the fact that his main goal was to make sure the Unseelie Court wouldn’t be seeking out some brutal revenge.

“You’re a menace” Wilbur said instead, simply because he didn’t know what else to say.

The Unseelie King just smiled, “You have the funniest ways of letting me know you love me.”

Wilbur let that sit for a while, unwilling to confirm or deny the comment.

“Is this really helping you recover?” he whispered.

“Everything you do is helping me recover, this just has the added bonus of me not being in direct contact with iron” Q shrugged.

“Is there anything else I could do to help?” Wilbur asked.

Q went completely still at that, before he relaxed back in Wilbur’s hold. His hands shifted around to play with the strands of hair on the back of Wilbur’s head. It felt nice, the way the talons ran through Wilbur’s hair. But it didn’t take long for Wilbur to realize that the fae had tried to avoid answering a question. A simple question, one that would be hard to evade without it being obvious. The Unseelie King didn’t even try any clever word tricks. The witch could only imagine what kind of things the fae would feel so desperate to hide in such a way.

Wilbur took a page out of the fae’s book, and placed a gentle hand on the fae’s face to tilt his head upwards, “Q? Is there something I could do?”

“Blood. Blood would help a lot” the Unseelie King answered, “But obviously, I don’t expect you to get blood for me. Or offer me your own.”

One word. A short and simple word. Blood. That would be all it would take for Wilbur to revitalize and strengthen the fae he had grown so attached to. It didn’t really take much thought for Wilbur to gently take Q’s talon in his hands, to press it into his palm until it finally broke through the skin. A small red droplet began at the tip of the talon, before it welled up enough to trickle down the talon, then down the fae’s hand and arm. Wilbur felt the way the fae tensed in his arms, how everything in the Unseelie King screamed predator in that moment as he watched the witch’s blood.

“Wilbur” the fae whispered, a warning and a plea all in one.

Wilbur just held his hand closer, “I know what I’m offering. Drink.”

“You’re such a fool” and with that, the fae pressed his lips against the shallow cut and drank.

The witch felt something powerful and heavy settle in the air, but that sensation was completely drowned out by the warmth and honey that flooded Wilbur’s mind in that moment. Wilbur was overwhelmed by the magic that flooded his veins, and he couldn’t find it in himself to care. The Unseelie King could do whatever he pleased to the witch, so long as Wilbur could rest in that warmth and honey.

A small part of him tried to grab his attention, tried to warn him that it was most likely a bad thing that Wilbur couldn’t bring himself to care, especially when the company he kept could potentially be very dangerous. That it could be disastrous if the fae decided he didn’t want to stop drinking Wilbur’s blood, that he wanted more than Wilbur was offering. Even worse a fae hunter could decide that they actually did want to check up on the Unseelie King, and Wilbur wouldn’t even be aware of their presence.

But the warmth and honey was so sweet and so addicting.

A warm, gentle hand touched Wilbur’s cheek, “Are you alright?”

It was hard for Wilbur to drag himself out of that fog that clouded his mind, but Q’s voice and hand acted as an anchor.

“Yeah, I’m fine” the witch smiled down at the other, “What about you?”

Q huffed, “Never do that again, you understand me?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You should be” Q wore a scowl on his face, though Wilbur was relieved to see that he appeared stronger than he had before, “Do you know why you should never allow a fae to drink your blood, Wil?”

“Not exactly,” Wilbur replied, “But fae hunters know that it’s a bad idea. A fae having something of yours is always a bad idea.”

A bit hypocritical for those words to leave the witch’s mouth after everything he had already given to the Unseelie King, but that was the truth. While the knowledge of what a fae might do with one’s blood had been lost to the fae hunters, it was common knowledge that the fae wouldn’t use it for anything good. But Q had been an exception to many of the rules in the past, and Wilbur had well and truly passed the point of no return. What was a little blood when compared to everything else he had offered to the fae before him?

“There are plenty of reasons why you shouldn’t, but the main one is that fae can learn true names through drinking blood. Even a drop of blood would be enough for a fae to have complete control over you, Wilbur Minecraft” Q answered.

That had Wilbur wincing a little, “At least you already knew my true name. In part, anyway.”

The look Wilbur earned was not amused, “Just promise me you won’t offer your blood to any more fae?”

“No,” Wilbur replied.

“No? What do you mean no?”

“If I make a promise with you, I actually have to keep it even in an emergency,” Wilbur shrugged, “That’s a risk I am not willing to take.”

Q made a low hiss, “You’re really trying my patience, you know that right? I could always just use your True Name to make you obey me.”

“It’s sweet that you care” Wilbur gave him what he hoped was a warm smile, rather than smug, “But that threat is kinda ruined by the fact that if you were going to use my True Name, you would have done so already.”

“You’re annoyingly perceptive. Can you go back to fearing for your life? You bullied me a lot less when you thought I wanted to kill you” the fae pouted.

“Sadly, I think it’s far too late for that. But unfortunately, I have to go once again” Wilbur replied.

The fae sighed, “So you do. Until our next encounter, Wilbur.”

Wilbur realized very quickly that he was dreaming.

For starters, everything was painted in a red tint, as if his experience had been obscured by rose-colored glasses. There was also the fact that he couldn’t feel how cold the night should have been. Everything was warped and wrong, yet beautiful and familiar.

There was also the figure that stood in the opening of a clearing, right in front of a large lake. A figure that looked nearly identical to Wilbur, but clear wasn’t. For starters, the other Wilbur wasn’t human at all. The two large wings spouted from his back and the pointed ears that peeked out from his hair gave it away. The Wilbur lookalike was clearly a fae of some kind. And he clearly had been waiting for Wilbur, based on the smirk he wore as Wilbur approached.

“Well, you have anything you want to say?” the other Wilbur grinned.

“Who are you?”

The fae Wilbur just shrugged, “I’m you.”

“I meant what are you?”

“I’m everything you ever wanted to be” the other Wilbur replied, “At least, everything you’ve ever wanted since you met him. I’m what you become when you think about him. The desires that scream at you when you lie awake every night. The part of you that wants to get burned.”

Wilbur tilted his head – the world tilted in the other direction, “Him?”

“Don’t act stupid” the other gestured to the water he stood in front of, “Who else could it be?”

Wilbur cautiously approached the water and peered at his reflection. Except he didn’t have a reflection. In its place was the familiar cocky face of the Unseelie King. The witch couldn’t help but feel his face burn violently at that, at the indisputable evidence of what the other had meant. The worst part was that he couldn’t deny it.

“Oh… him…”

The other Wilbur leaned down to whisper in Wilbur’s ear, “You know what you want. What you desire. And you should just embrace it. Give yourself over to temptation.”

“I shouldn’t…” Wilbur whispered.

“You’re well past the point of what you shouldn’t be doing,” the other said.

That was true. No matter how much Wilbur tried to ignore it, everything he had done concerning the Unseelie King was something he “shouldn’t” have done.

“You’re thinking about it. You’re thinking about him,” the other Wilbur sang, a talon tracing over his jugular.

Wilbur sighed, “I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“So why not just give into it?”

And that was when he woke up.

He needed to talk to Q.

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#tntduo #quackbur #tntduo fanfic #tntduo fic #burning iron and honey sweet promises

[young-prince-firefly]

I know y'all missed these! Incorrect quotes part 7?? I have no fucking idea

Mike: I'm a multi-tasker

Liz: Having Tumblr open while stimming isn't multi-tasking

C.C: Can I please feed the ducks?

Izzy: Murder is a genetic trait and it didn't present in CC but it did present in me

Cassidy: Fire doesn't work so try freezing him

Gabriel: Why do I feel like you've been watching MHA?

Mike: Is it bad if I kin assigned all of us as the Todoroki family?

Jeremy: Are my eyes pretty?

Fritz, who is in love: They glitter like the ocean or an Emerald

Susie, who is just sweet: They're full of kindness

Gabriel, a realist: If you find the color green pretty, then yes

Cassidy, a bitch: They're your fucking sight orbs, they're not supposed to be "pretty"

Will: You cannot defeat me!

Cassidy: Okay boomer

Mike: Why... Just why?

CC, surrounded by stacks of banana bread: We were hungry and Susie was stressed

Liz: I love My Little Pony!

Mike: Never look up art on the internet! I made that mistake...

CC: I don't think the art is that bad...... I just don't get why they put Rarity in lingerie

Izzy: I just heard Fritz say, "Who taught Jemmy the fuck word?"

Liz: Doesn't he use the f word all the time?

CC: She censored it

Mike: Oh God, Eliza say Fuck

Izzy: Do it, Liz, say fuck

Will: I love all of my children equally

Will: CC, Elizabeth, and...

Will: *looking at smudged ink on his hand*

Will: Mackerel

Henry: What do we do when we feel sad?

Mike: Arson

Liz: Ice cream

CC: cry

Will: Murder

Izzy: Dye my hair

Charlie: Add to cart

Sammy: Hoes mad

Alexis: Sleep

Aiden: Fake my death

Henry, shaking his head: Y'all need therapy

Mike: and Jesus

Will: Actually, my children are angels

Liz: Begging Will for ice cream

Mike: Laughing at CC

CC: crying his eyes out because a poster had a scary face on it

Maria: Will, sweetie, our children hate us

Charlie: How much to not hate myself

Cashier: Fruit roll-ups cost $5 and a box of Capri suns costs about $3

Charlie: Thanks. You're a life saver

Sammy, playing a monster truck game: And you die! Haha

Mike, setting down the cookies he brought for the twins: Please don't commit murder.

Charlie, trying to listen to music but ads: It's a truck, it wasn't alive to begin with

Mike: I've known how to drive since I was 10. I drove Eliza and CC to get McDonald's.

Jeremy F: Working here will be okay. What could possibly go wrong?

After exactly 5 nights

Jeremy F: It all went wrong!

Mike: Is being a god lonely?

Old man C: Is experiencing everything life has to offer plus more lonely? Is meeting many people and losing them lonely? Is living 8 lifetimes to the fullest lonely?

Old man C: It's not lonely being a god. It's lonely when you give up living because you think you have all the time in the world

Gabriel: You can't eat sandals!

Fritz: Fine! Then I'm becoming a scandal!

#fnaf au #michael afton #cassidy brooks #crying child #swearing #fnaf #firefly posts #deep conversation #fnaf incorrect quotes #peepaw william #henry emily #charlotte emily #samwell emily #sammy emily #charlie emily #old man consequences #murder mentioned #mha mentioned #isabél schmidt vasquez #izzy=scrap baby #alexis voznesensky #aiden thompson #elizabeth afton #funny #gabriel brooks #fritz lee smith #jeremy fitzgerald #jeremy vega #susie jones #maria schmidt

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

Barbara with sibling!reader Headcannons

@reallyromealone the second one?

Oh my gosh?!?!?!

An idol for an idol?

Hell yeah

For context you’re a traveling musician with Xinyan

Also I can’t write an actual story to save my life so listen to enjoy a bullet point story

Also despite the fact that I had the idea and everything I was only able to start writing at 2 am after washing dishes

* It was a normal day, the traveler running around doing requests and such

* Until them and Paimon bumps into Xinyan by herself

* “Hiiiii Xinyan how are you?”

* After a while of conversation the traveler and Paimon look around and don’t see you

* “Where’s (Y/N)? I don’t see them around!”

* “Ah that’s actually why I’m in Mondstadt in stead of traveling or performing! Today’s a special day so they came to Mondstadt!”

* “Huh? What’s the event then?”

* “Well I don’t know if I’m allowed to tell without permission so I can’t tell yah!”

* Confused the traveler nods along and waves bye to Xinyan dragging Paimon along to compete more quests.

* Eventually they have to talk to Barbara in order to complete one if them

* So the party of two sets off to the church but when the two arrive she’s not there

* “Wahhhhhhh? Why is Barbara not here? She usually is!”

* And that’s when one of the Fatui that child in/by the church steps in

* “You’re looking for the church brat right? She rushed out of here a couple of hours ago muttering that she’ll be late to a special event.”

* “Her too? Hey Mr. Fatui is there an event today?”

* “Hell if I know, go ask a local”

* And they do just that only to find out there’s no special event today

* Except for one of the locals who say

* “Today is Barbara’s and (Y/N)’s special day”

* And then walked off

* “Huh? (Y/N) and Barbara are dating?”

* Moving away from that catastrophe let’s see what Barbara and (Y/N) have been doing on their sibling hangout day

* You two actually met on the outskirts of Mondstat instead of the church because you’re you, an example being the first thing you say to Barbara being

* “Hey sis, how’s the church going? I heard those nasty Fatui have been trying stuff.”

* “Do you need your little sib to pummel them into place?”

* Yeah you’re a violent menace

* But with a good heart! You care a lot for your older sister

* Yeah even though you’re the younger sibling most people mistake you guys for twins

* Honestly you’d also be an idol like Barbara but you do rock and roll which isn’t popular and it’s just stopping you from being an idol like your sister

* Anyways your sweet sister declines the violent offer trying to direct your attention elsewhere

* “No worries (Y/N), we’re alright because the traveler’s working on it!”

* “How about we focus on our hangout instead of those wicked people huh?”

* And off you two went to enjoy a wonderful day starting with shopping

* “Hey sib I think this will look wonderful on you!”

* “And I think this would great on you sis”

* And that’s the start of how the most baggiest and most holey shirts and pants you’ve ever seen ended up in your basket and the most idol pop cute clothing Barbara has ever seen ende up in Barbara‘s basket

* So yeah, you guys work really well together

* This is not surprising tho as you have Barbara as an older sister and you’re not a brat

* Anyways, you two waste the day away having fun

* Like shopping, eating, playing, pranking the Fatui at the church, singing, going for a walk, almost causing arson, meeting friends you haven’t met in a while, slaughtering slimes and other enemies, eating again

* So yeah a great day all in all

* You also have a pyro vision to go along with your fiery attitude

* But Barbara does her job as an older sister and puts it out before it can cause too much chaos

* It’s nearing the end of the day so you two decide to go to the spa

* And then you two bump into the traveler with Paimon flying close by as always

* “Hey traveler!” “Oh hello traveler!”

* “Yes hi hi, Paimon wants to know some crucial information”

* “Oh? And what does Paimon need to know”

* “ARE YOU TWO DATING?”

* About 5 seconds of summer y’all just standing there in silence

* Then your on the ground laughing while Barbara covers her face blushing

* “Do we really look like one?”

* After recovering y’all make it known that no you’re not dating y’all are just siblings

* Ofc prompting another response from Paimon

* “WHAAAAAA????? Paimon can’t believe that the sweet angelic Barbara’s sibling is the violent chaotic (Y/N)!”

* The traveler nods along

* Barbara then turns and looks at them with the scariest look imaginable, while you just laugh it off

* “Huh, our personalities do clash don’t it?”

* “Hey! Don’t say such things-“

* “Welp that’s why my older sis is here to keep me in line!”

* Naturally that makes Paimon awe at your relationship but want to dash away due to the scary look directed at her

* “Is there something wrong with that?”

* Both shook their head no real quick and said their goodbyes-

* No one wants to see Barbara pissed

* “Huh, I wonder what made them leave so fast?”

* And your sister being your sister stops you from your curiosity real quick leading you back on track

* “I wonder too, but we have a spa to go to!”

* “Yeah!”

* You guys ended off the day with a spa and sleepover

* And separated tearfully the next morning excited for next month’s sibling hangout

#gn reader #gn!reader #headcannons #genshin impact #barbara genshin impact #genshin #sibling!reader #paimon #genshin traveler

[kalid-raven]

Raincoats for Ducks (Quotes)

Wolf: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gunna unmake it to sleep in it anyways? Bell: Why should I feed you if your just gunna die anyways? Wolf: Wolf: I'll go make my bed-

Bell: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one. Wolf: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

Bell: You spent all our money on THIS?? Wolf, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

Wolf: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store? Bell: I thought the animals might be lonely.

Wolf: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism. Bell: How so? Wolf: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

Bell: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Wolf: Wow. They sound stupid. Bell: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Wolf: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Bell: I guess you’re right. Hey Wolf, I love you. Wolf: See! Just say that! Bell: Holy fucking shit. Wolf: If that flies over their head then, sorry Bell, but they're too dumb for you. Bell: Wolf.

Bell: I found a note in one of my old word .docs that said Note to self: Get revenge on Wolf. Bell: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for. Bell: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it. Wolf: Hmm... I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either. Bell: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though. Wolf: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it. Bell: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

Bell, pointing a camera at Wolf: There they are, our sweet baby. Wolf, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

Wolf: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward. Bell: I’m worried about you.

Bell, throwing a pokeball at Wolf: Wolf, I choose you! Wolf, not looking up from their book and catching it: You need an Ultra ball to catch this Legendary Pokémon.

Bell: Wolf, no. Wolf: Wolf, yes.

Bell: Hey Wolf, I’ve got an idea for how to solve this. Wolf, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah? Bell: Wh- No! That’s not the idea, Wolf!

Wolf: Life is like Bell. It's short.

Bell: My hands are cold. Wolf: Here, let me hold them. Bell: My lips are cold too. Wolf: *covers Bell's mouth with their hand*

Wolf: I won a new phone in a race. Bell: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Wolf? Wolf: A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.

Bell: If I run and leap at Wolf, they will most certainly catch me in their arms. Bell, running towards Wolf: Coming in! Wolf: No! I’m holding coffee! Wolf: *Drops coffee and catches Bell*

Wolf: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos. Wolf: Oh no, where did it go? Bell: WOLF WHAT THE FUCK?!

Bell: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. Wolf: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

Bell: I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Wolf: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal. Bell, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

Wolf: How do you want your coffee? Bell: Black, like my soul. Wolf: Wolf: Bell, your soul is a latte.

Bell: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? Wolf: What the hell!? Bell: Oh, sorry, my bad. Bell, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? Wolf, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

Bell: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection? Wolf: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

Wolf: Ow! Bell: What’s wrong? Wolf: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. Bell: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

Wolf: Did you buy eggs like I asked? Bell: Even better! Wolf: What the fuck did you- Bell: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

Wolf: Is five a lot of followers? Bell: Depends on the context. Bell: On Instagram? No, not a lot of followers. Bell: In a dark alley? Yes, a lot of followers.

#quotes #incorrect quotes #Wolf #bell #slasher-verse

[bigfootsmom]

🕸 wips collecting webs 🕸

I was tagged by the lovely @princessfbi <3 <3 <3 Don't know why she thinks i have wips collecting webs...that's nothing at all like me...jk jk

Unfortunately i have so many.

Buck has a service dog named Daisy: after the tsunami, after everything, Buck's anxiety is getting bad and he's not sleeping or eating and Dr. Copeland suggests he look into getting a trained service dog. He ends up with Daisy, a sweet brown pitbull with pretty brown eyes. There's also feels and angst and buddie getting together with a splash of Eddie getting jealous of a dog.

Compound fracture: I've talked about this one before but I haven't worked on her in a hot second, oops. Buck goes to a bar for drinks with an old friend and receives unwanted advances that end in a fight and the man hitting on him getting kicked out of the bar. Later, Buck leaves the bar and gets run off the road and crashes his jeep and ends up with a, you guessed it, a compound fracture. The 118 responds <3

Breakdown over the radio waves: This was supposed to be set beginning of 5b with dispatcher!Eddie hearing Buck get hurt on a call and it causes feelings and fighting and angst and feelings realization. Who knows if i will ever touch it again.

Forget me not: A stalker becomes infatuated with buck to the point of killing, turns into a serial killer and leaves forget me nots everywhere. He also leaves blond haired blue eyed bodies everywhere that have a striking resemblance to our beloved Buckaroo.

Buck is a dad boogie woogie woogie: Someone leaves a baby in a box outside the station and Buck takes her to the hospital since she's a preemie and he signs up for their cuddle program and get's involved with her care and then ends up deciding to foster the baby with the intent to adopt.

A stripper!Buck au but there's also arson and angst: Buck used to be a dancer in vegas and he made a really good friend with one of the other dancers and she ends up moving to LA years later when Buck is a firefighter. Buck has just started dating Eddie and hasn't told anyone about his past job so he's nervous about that and also there seems to be someone going around attacking dancers in LA.

Feel free to send me asks about any of these if you're curious! I will try to respond <3

There are quite a few more but i think this is getting a little out of hand and also i'm embarrassed.

I'm tagging @dykemunson, @morganofthefairies, @honestlydarkprincess, @afterafternoons, @paranoidbean, @holdmygum!

#wips collecting webs #tag game #molly writes #911 fic #911 fox #evan buckley #buddie fic

[officiallyashley]

Blue Exorcist Incorrect Quotes

NOTES: This features my oc btw. Enjoy!

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Ash, with her phone recording a video with a bunch of red flags in her hand: “every time my husband does something to piss me off, he gets a red flag.”

Ash, in their bathroom, slamming a red flag on the multiple puddles of water: “Rin left water all around the sink. Like, look at this shit. Red flag!”

Ash, in their bedroom, zooming in on the pile of dirty clothes on the floor while throwing a red flag on top: “he didn’t put his dirty clothes in the hamper. It’s not that hard, man. Red flag!”

Ash, zooming in on the trash can and putting another red flag in the overflowing trash can: “what the hell. This bitch is overflowing! Bruh. Really? Red. Fucking. Flag.”

Ash, on the couch, cuddling Shiemi while throwing three red flags at Rin, who is sitting on the couch sleeping: “look at this. Absolutely preposterous. Rin should be right here with bae and I cuddling us. Red flags.” 

Ash, pouring an entire bucket of red flags on top of Rin while he’s sitting at the kitchen counter on his computer, with Shiemi making lunch: “Neither Shiemi nor I are pregnant yet? Big big red flag. Huge red flag.” 

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Rin, to Shiemi: “Ash is mad at me, so to make sure they come to me after our argument, I’m going to tighten all of the bottles and jars in the fridge.”

Shiemi, laughing: “is that really gonna work? You know how stubborn she is.”

Rin: “trust me, it’ll work.”

Rin: *tightens all of the jars and bottles in the fridge and waits a little bit*

Ash, storms out of the room with her headphones in: *going to get her spicy pickles and sweet tea from the fridge and struggles to open both items*

Rin and Shiemi: *giggling and smiling at Ashley failing to get the lids off.*

Ash, cussing to herself: “what the fuck…”

Ash, sighing and giving into her boyfriend’s antics: *walks over and holds out her jar of spicy pickles and her bottle of sweet tea*

Ash, blushing as Rin handed her stuff back: “I’m still pissed at you, stupid…” 

Rin and Shiemi: *laughing as Ash stormed off to her room*

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Mephisto: “now, kids, what would you like for Christmas?”

Miwa: “the confidence to protect my friends.” 

Rin: “my old life back.”

Ash: “my sister back.”

Shima: “a purpose to my existence.”

Bon: “the truth.”

Yukio: “the eradication of all demons.”

Shiemi: “a 20-pack of chicken nuggets.”

Alex: “…”

Alex: “everyone except for Shiemi, are you all okay?”

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Ash: “Alex has no idea I’m high.”

Alex: “you’re high?”

Ash: “oh, I'm sorry.”

Ash, leaning over to Shura: “Alex has no idea I’m high.”

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Shiemi: “what’s the hardest thing to say?”

Bon: “I was wrong.”

Ash: “I need help.”

Yukio: “I’m sorry.”

Rin: “Worcestershire sauce.”

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Shima: “I bet you haven’t done a single good deed today.”

Ash: “I did. I prevented a murder from occurring.”

Shima: “how?”

Ash: “self-control.”

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Alex, to Rin and Shiemi: “so what’s it like dating Ash?” 

Rin: “once I asked them for a glass of water while they were pissed off at me.”

Shiemi: “they brought him a glass of ice and said ‘wait’.”

Rin: “I love them.”

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Rin: “people say I have a unique way of lighting up a room.”

Ash: “it’s called arson and those people are witnesses.”

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<Ash, Rin, and Shiemi are in a dangerous situation.>

Ash: “I have a plan!”

Shiemi: “no sacrificing yourself!”

Ash: “…”

Ash: “I no longer have a plan.”

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<Rin, Ash, and Shiemi in a nutshell.>

Shiemi: “oh my god! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry—”

Rin: “well, ding dong ping pong looks like I’m gonna fucking die.”

Ash: “well fuck me gently with a chainsaw.”

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Ash: “I’m absolutely at a loss for words!”

Rin, narrating: “despite her being at a loss for words, she continued to yell at me for the next 45 minutes.”

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Ash, reading a letter from home, with absolutely zero emotions: “I’m going to kill my mother.” 

Shiemi, wildly concerned: “you’re going to what?!”

Rin, barely awake, head laid on the table: “matricide…? On a Wednesday? Must be serious.”

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Yukio: “there’s 10 children at this party, but there are only seven chairs. What do you do?”

Ash: “make the least important ones stand.” 

Rin: “have everyone sit on the floor.”

Alex: “bring three more chairs.”

Amaimon: “kill three.”

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The Exwires: “how are you not TERRIFIED right now?!”

Ash: “compared to the family get-togethers I am forced to attend twice a year, this is actually quite tame.”

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